It kinda sounds strange for now, but if I can write it like I think I will, it'll be quite nice. Dreams are really great most of the time!!!!
Oh here's another thing I want to share with you, a little something of my new story "Guardians". Since it's still developing, just give it a try and leave some comments?
No, I won’t give up. I can’t give up. I’ve got to keep it together. Functioning! Thinking! I’m a thinking person for havens sake. I need to think this through. Gosh, I so don’t want to loose myself, but… But…
Blinking up at the person standing over her, she lost track of every other thought she might have had. It was hideous, a monster, something out of a bad dream to frighten children. Boney features greeted her in a stark and ugly face. Black pits of marvelous eyes, with no real depth. Black voids with a red flicker, much like some ugly candlelight in a hole, stared at her. His face was drawn back into a grinning mask. Yellow canines and two bloody fangs jutted out of his mouth which was smeared with another’s blood. Black was the only color that thing wore on his body, which was in stark contrast to his nearly translucent white skin color. Black slacks under a black satin shirt with wide cuffs that looked a little bit too fluffy for her liking. Why was it, that such things – vampires – always were a little dramatic in their clothing? She never quite understood that from the novels she read as a teenager. While standing over her, he was at least 6’8 feet tall, much taller than she was with her 5’5, broad shoulders and flat stomach, covered with the blood of her best friend Christy. Christy and she were out eating at one of the restaurants in the area. Watching a movie, eating out, and then back to their beds for a little girl talk between friends. Sounded like a good idea when they had planned it. Why hadn’t she been aware of the danger around her? Why couldn’t she save even her best friend?
Christy was a friendly person, a little taller than she was, trusting and altogether too good to be real. All striking blue eyes in a heart shaped face and blond curls bouncing all around that lovely high cheekbones and lush red mouth. She never really bothered with her appearance, much like me. Her hair was like satin, long and hung down to her ass. She never bothered with that either and just trust it up in a high ponytail. She became her best friend when she needed someone to give her strength. She had been there for her, when she had lost her parents a few months ago and her only solace to keep going. She didn’t have much of a family left now.
Lost in her thoughts she looked up to him and after a long stare he crouched down to greet her with a snarling hiss which really frightened her. His breath smelled like death and blood. She so didn’t want to die here, but what could she probably do? She had lost everything to this monster. Her beloved sisters and parents and now the best friend she ever had. She even lost part of herself in a dark pit of bleakness, which hovered right over her conscious thoughts. Loosing her parents was one of the most devastating things she ever encountered. Ever since she could remember, she had loved her parents, and even though they were not her birth parents, they had loved her back, like they loved their own children. They were happy together, growing up in a big white house with a white fence around the estate. Two big dogs had played in the backyard and they never lacked money or anything else. It was a good childhood, filled with laughter and joy.
That thing kept telling her she was his soul-mate, his other half and she so doesn’t want to be the other half of a freaking vampire. What in the ninth hell was a soul-mate? And whatever that is, she’s just a human, for all it was worth. But now, here she was, covered in the blood of her best friend, which had tried to shield her with her own body. Christy lay face down in the dirty parking lot, her eyes too big for her face, lungs rattling to get a gulp of oxygen to keep going. She looked far too good even now, with her gray face and dirty hair. Christy pleaded with her eyes to run and cover. To get out of here so her sacrifice wasn’t lost. But no, she would never run. “I won’t run away. I never run away from danger and you know that. I’m the helping kind of girl. It’s my freaking job to help others. I’m a damn police officer”, she whispered in her ear while covering her body with her own. “I love you and thanks. I’ll keep you alive and I promise to get you away from him as soon as possible. Just hang on and don’t give up, Christy. I love you. Hang on!”
She stared back up to the hideous monster which had attacked her and smiled. A smile that said it all. That said that she won’t ever forgive him, that she would kill him, that she would do everything to see him destroyed, to never hurt anyone else. That was her silent vow before she saw a fist coming right to her face. God, this would hurt a lot and then she saw black…
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Startled out of his dream he snapped his eyes open and looked around. The familiar room greeted him and the last darkness seemed to settle down. What time was it? Numb with a headache worse than everything he ever had, like if someone had struck him hard with a baseball bat on the head, he sat up tentatively and looked around another time. He was home in his bedroom, surrounded by stuff he knew. Strange. He had the real feeling he’d missed something. What had he dreamed about anyway? “Gosh, my head. I think I need some strong coffee to get the fuzzy feeling out of my head”, he said to himself in a husky voice and got out of bed. First a hot shower, fresh cloths and a mug of his beloved coffee and the world would be better.
Sauntering out of the room, stretching his muscles, he went straight to the bathroom. It was early morning, something like 5:30 am and everyone else still slept in their beds. A shower sounded good for starters. In the bathroom he discarded his satin pajama bottoms, climbed into the shower and turned on the hot water. Hot water always got him up and running. It was nice for a change to be the first to take a shower before his friends woke up. It was funny living with other people in the same house but when you woke up to late, all the hot water was gone, which sucked. Taking a deep breath he let the water cascade down his own lean body. 6’5 feet tall, all lean muscles and tanned skin, Daniel looked like a small version of a geek god. Long brown hair hung down over his shoulders, now wet from the shower and he massaged shampoo into it. Leaning back his head the rinsed out the remains of the shampoo and turned off the water. Always good to take a quick shower or his friends are going to kick his ass. Normally he was the last to get into the bathroom because he was most likely to need all the remaining hot water and no one wants to actually take a cold shower, right?
Climbing out of the shower he got one of the new fluffy towels and started to rub his body dry. After that he took his toothbrush and started the routine. Looking out of the window, still brushing his teeth, he watched the sun climb higher and higher. Dawn was breaking and he actually loved this time of the day, though his friends wouldn’t believe that. He sat on the windowsill, looking out over the backyard and watching the sun come up over the high trees behind the house. Bright yellow, pink and lilac greeted him and he send up a prayer to god with a big thank you for another day in his life, with his friends and everything he needed.
It was a little after 6 when he got down to the kitchen wearing faded blue jeans and a muscle shirt in something that should have been ivory which now looked kind of odd. Yeah okay, it was his favorite shirt, he’ll grand that, but why should he wear something he didn’t like? Clattering around the kitchen he fixed himself a big mug of coffee and took one of the cookies in the jar and sat down on the kitchen table. Turning on the TV he watched the news and sipped is coffee.
From behind his back he heard someone stomping down the stairs, something that sounded like a big basketball slapping on something hard, followed by several explorative swear words. Seems like Daniel’s brother Michael was up and banging his had on the way to the kitchen. “Mornin’ bro”, Daniel said and flashed him a grin. “Morning little Danny”, said Michael with a grunting noise, still rubbing his forehead.
“Oh, common, stop calling me Danny. I’m your little brother, okay, but I’m not a kid anymore. I turned 25 last week and I’m the one bringing the money home, so stop it already. I’m not calling you Mik anymore either. You didn’t like it and you made sure that I know that. So please, for heavens sake, stop it!”
28 year old Michael is the head of the household, which basically consists of himself, Sam, Lillian and Daniel. Every one of them lost their parents and they grew up together in an orphanage. The time back then was hard, but somehow they managed to stay together. Friendship, lots of adventures and a secret were their only solitude and they tried hard to stay together. Another reason for it might be that they all were different from the other kids. From the first time they saw each other they knew who they were and that they had do be secretive of their nature and themselves for all their life. Banding together sounded like a good idea. Being of a different race might call for that, right? A different race? [...]
Pouring his own cup of coffee Michael grunted something that sounded like “forget it” and I kept it at that and turned my head back to the TV which was now broadcasting the early morning news. Michael seated himself next to Daniel and they both watched the news in silence, drinking coffee. Nothing much in the news either, just your everyday news I guess. The weather, highlights about the last day and things that might be important for the next couple of days like a head-up about the upcoming elections. Daniel was so not interested in politics, but Michael was, so he kept the news on and went into the kitchen to pour him another cup of coffee. While sipping his second cup, rubbing at his temple with his free hand, he thought about last nights dream. He only remembered so much and he couldn’t quite forget the feeling he had about the dream. Something about it told him he should remember it, something important. Something very important for his life. It was like an addiction, or more like a detox of something he can’t quite put a hand on right now.
Sighing and frustrated that he can’t remember even the slightest bit of information, he went back to the table and seated himself. The election news were nearly over and the real interesting news were about to start - News about missing people, mysterious cases and things like that. That was what he basically was doing in real life. Daniel is a detective of the local police department and sometimes works as private investigator. The work was fun and he could count on his prenatural abilities to find people or stop murderers. If the case was too much for him alone he calls his team, which was his family. The police chief knows about Daniel’s team and keeps quite, which is basically the only thing he can do about it. I am not about to give up on one of my cases, only because I’m not able to solve it alone. Yeah, I might have a bit of pride, and maybe I’m a predator and don’t like other people digging in my dirt, but I don’t want to loose a life due to my fucking pride. I’m not THAT stupid, well at least not anymore. I really learned that the hard way.
Uh huh, the hard way. Deep in thought and sighing he nearly missed the picture of a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes like the deep forest. The photo looked like it was pretty new and she wore a police officers uniform. Even with the formal attire she looked great in it. Or maybe that was just what he thought while staring at the picture. He forgot to breath and could only ogle the photo with gaping mouth. Wow, she’s beautiful. Her eyes are like the deep forest in the mountains and her hair reminds me of healthy soil. God, she’s lethal for men and women alike. I don’t think I ever saw someone who’s as beautiful as she is.
I know her, but why?
HUH?! >_< I really like the story up till now, but I'll get better I think. Writing a full story in english is a little bit diffrent than writing blog entries, at least that's what I think. It was interessting to dig up some book for research. I alreay have more of it, but I won't post it for a long time. I want to rewrite some parts in this chapter up there. I hope to get it done soon. For now :) Have a nice night, I'm going to eat my Tortellini with tomatoe sauce now and then continue to sleep.
Night~Fellows!
